We are having great fun with this current
serial. A story about a choir and several women with the ‘hots’ for a fireman
member of a group.
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THE
CHOIR
Kathy gets desperate because there’s a
flashing red message on the pager.
‘Medivac with casualties – fire engine
crash – all respond.’
Breathing heavy, Kathy shouts and screams
loudly to be let out, banging and wrapping her fists on the door.
A gurgling giggle comes from outside - Ruth
sounds blotto. “Hello, Katheee, got stuck in the loo-loo have you? What a shame
Frankeee…” there’s a crash as a glass smashes on the floor… “can’t hear you.”
Then in a lower tone, "Bugger, I’ll have to get another drink.”
Ruth falls heavily against the door and
slides slowly to the ground.
“Help, someone let me out.”
“What’s going on?”
Kathy recognises Geoff’s dulcet tone and
pleads with him. “Geoff, I’m stuck in here. Get me out.”
Ruth, who is still on the floor, is
laughing. “Leave her there, Geoff. Now be a good boy and go get me another…”
“Oh, bloody hell,” Geoff shouts. “She’s
passed out. Hang on, Kathy, I’ll go get Frank.”
Kathy’s mind is racing. This could be her
chance to grapple with ‘Mr. October.’ With Ruth in the land of sweaty dreams
and Miss Nightingale on her way to the hospital, a snog and wrestle are
definitely on the cards.
There’s a commotion as the combined
cacophony of unmelodic choral voices rushes up the stairs to the rescue. Miss
Nightingale’s silly laugh shrills above all the others. Kathy smiles, knowing
the little cow will be laughing on the other side of her face in a few moments.
“Okay, everyone, out of the way,” barks
Frank’s voice. “Stand back, Kathy, I’ll have to break the door down.”
Kathy's heart is thumping faster against
her chest and her lips quiver. As soon as the door opens she plans to fall into
his arms and drop the pager on the floor.
There is a loud crack as Frank pounces
forward and shoulders the door but it doesn’t budge. On the second attempt,
splinters fly and the door swings open and crashes against the bath. Kathy,
with one eye flickering, launches herself at Frank. As his arms grab her, she
drops the pager at the feet of the ensemble and goes limp, head thrown back.
Miss Nightingale takes hold of Kathy’s
wrist. Kathy comes too long enough to pull her hand away and grab ‘Mr
October’s’ neck.
“You’ve dropped your pager,” Sharon
exclaims, sarcastically. “It’s probably a message from Dr. Kildare.”
Miss Nightingale snatches the pager, reads
the message, and then screams. “Frank, you should come with me! There’s been a
crash involving a fire truck.”
Kathy, seeing her lusty chance’s with Frank
slipping through her fingers, lets out a loud groan and clutches him closer.
Out of the corner of her eye she sees Miss Nightingale smirk at her.
“Sorry, I must go,” says Frank as he lets a
furious Kathy slide to the floor.
“Crash, my arse,” mumbles Ruth. “Any more
Pinot Grigio in the fridge?”
Ray Stone (MT)
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